[i]Yuria didn't falter, or relatively move at all at the sight of Vorim. In fact, a low chuckle escaped her mask, before she began speaking in an understanding, caring tone. But there was also a tint of sadness to it. As if she regretted what she had done in the distant past.[/i] "...Of course I'm..."the whöre" that made Anri what she is today. A Hollow, withering away slowly but surely. Do you not understand that I wish to fix my mistakes? That I want to see Anri happy once more? If you kill me now, you will set off a chain reaction of events that later on, you will regret. But I expect you to play hero. I expect you to "punish" me for what I have done. And thus...I expect you to try and kill me." [i]At that last line, Yuria slowly reached for the handle of her infamous sword, the blade suddenly appearing as a transparent, ghostly blade. Darkdrift.[/i] "...Well? Do it. Attack. Show no mercy to the scum that begs for forgiveness, that wishes to repair what she has caused. Because I assure you... You will not be capable of helping Anri at all."